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Subject: {ASSM} My Predator - Part 1 (interracial)
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Date: Tue, 01 Jun 2010 09:10:02 -0400
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My Predator (1)

   I was a rebellious teenager and put my mother through hell.  She was a
single parent and always did her best no matter how hard I was on her. 
Making things worse, we were new to the big city on the coast and I didn't
know anyone yet.  Moving when you are 16 is bad.  Moving in the middle of
summer holidays when you are 16 is infinitely worse.

   Being rebellious and having no responsibilities, I disobeyed my mother
when she told me to stay in our area.  I traveled the whole city by bus and
explored area after area.  She also told me not to talk to strangers...

   One hot, July afternoon, I decided I wanted to go down to a boardwalk by
the coast, so I got dressed in a cute, form fitting halter top, short khaki
shorts and flip flops.  I wore my dark hair in loose pigtails and strolled
confidently down the boardwalk.

   I loved the carnival atmosphere, the sexy skater boys, and the masses of
people out to share the beautiful day.

   After awhile, I noticed one particular person, a tall, handsome black
man in Prada sunglasses, Kenneth Cole slacks, and lots of gold.  He seemed
to be watching me from behind his sunglasses.  I saw him several times and
then he disappeared.

   I nearly screamed when he tapped me on the shoulder.  I was standing in
line getting a lemonade.

   "Summer break from college, hey?," he spoke with a trace of an island
accent.

   I was flattered he thought I was a college girl and didn't correct him,
I tossed my hair back and giggled, "Yeah, I love summer."

   "My name is Julius, what is yours?"

   "I'm Andrea."

   "A pleasure to meet a beautiful lady," he grasped my hand, looked at me
through his sunglasses, and smiled a beautiful smile.  My heart fluttered.

   He bought me a lemonade and we talked for half an hour.  The
conversation was easy and he was very interesting.  An entrepreneur
originally from Jamaica, he was 28 years old and had lived in the city for
over a decade.

   By the time I finished my lemonade, I was very attracted to him.  When
he invited me out for a late lunch, I said yes instantly.  We walked to the
parking lot to his black Escalade.  I was stunned by the vehicle and he
only laughed at me.

   "Girl, you act like you have never seen an Escalade..."

   We drove to a sushi place about fifteen minutes away and walked in.  The
staff knew him and quickly escorted us to a very private booth on one side
of the restaurant.  They quickly dropped off a large bottle of sake and a
pot of green tea.

   I was a novice drinker, but Julius showed me how if you take a shot of
sake, then drink some green tea, it tastes really mild and good.  I was on
an empty stomach (I was anorexic then) and I was quite drunk by the time
the food arrived.  I flirted shamelessly, constantly grabbing his arm,
staring into his eyes, smiling constantly, and playing with my hair.  He
laughed at the right places and made me feel incredible about myself.

   So incredible about myself that, between the sake, the sushi and my
attraction to him, I didn't have to think about my answer when he invited
me to check out his condo.  We got back into his Escalade, he started his
engine and, to my surprise, leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  Even
more surprising, I kissed him back eagerly.

   Without a word, he shifted into reverse, then into gear and we left the
parking lot and took a 25 minute drive up the coast to the condo project
where he lived.  We listened to loud rap music and he kept his right hand
perched high up on my left thigh.

   We arrived and pulled into his underground parking lot, then parked his
Escalade and walked to the elevator.  We rode up silently, but he took his
sunglasses off.  He had cold, hard, vacant eyes and they scared me.  He
leered at me, looked me up and down like a piece of meat.  The hair rose on
the back of my neck and I felt nervous.

   But the bell rang, we were on his floor - the 18th and he lead the way
to his condo.  He opened the door and invited me in.

   "Oh my god Julius, this place is beautiful!" The view was spectacular
and the his place was decorated perfectly.

   "You're pretty beautiful yourself, girl," he continued to leer and I
felt uncomfortable.  But, I was drunk, I loved the place and I loved how he
made me feel.  "Come over here." His words came out a command and I walked
over to him, stood in front of him, tiny in front of his muscular 6'4
frame. My heart was beating rapidly.

   "Time to kiss me again, girl.." he leaned forward, took me in his arms
and kissed me softly at first.  As I opened my mouth and kissed back, his
kisses grew harder and more forceful.  His tongue darted inside of my
mouth, caressed my teeth and my own tongue, then he stopped kissing, leaned
down a little more and started kissing my neck.

   I let out a little moan and he kissed harder, then started to lift off
my tank top.

   I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't very experienced so I was very nervous.
But, I didn't try to stop him from taking off my tank top.  I will try to
blame it on the booze, but I know I should blame it on the loneliness.  He
was someone to be around and I would do anything for someone.  He made me
feel beautiful and something about him made me feel like a star.

   "What a sexy little bra, you have such sexy abs, girl," he appraised as
he dropped my halter top on the floor.  "Take that sexy little bra off,
girl."

   I hesitated for a moment, his stares creeped me out a little and made me
feel like meat.  But I didn't want him to think I was a kid, so I reached
behind my back, unclasped it and let it drop to the ground.

   "Great tits, girl, I love how cute they are!  What is this an A cup?" he
smiled and reached out, cupped my breasts in his hands.  Then he leaned
forward, started kissing my neck and said, "God girl, you're so special."

   He pushed me up against a wall and pressed himself against me, I could
feel something large between his legs pressed up against me.  It scared me,
I wasnt a virgin, but I wasnt very experienced and it felt big.  Real big.

   "You like that girl?  Like feeling that big dick?" he stared into my
eyes.  "Yeah, yeah sure you do," he reached down an unbuttoned my shorts.
"Now let me see those panties of yours..."

   Again, I didn't stop him as he unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down
and off.  He stepped back and appraised my white panties.

   "Cute panties, girl, white bikinis, cute and innocent just like you..."

   Suddenly, I didn't want to be there.  I looked down at my shorts and
started to lean down, but he seemed to anticipate that and stepped forward,
pressed himself against me and started kissing my neck.

   My body betrayed me and I let out a little moan and he pressed his body
against mine.  I felt a hand slip down my panties, I tried to wriggle away
but he held me still with his body weight and his hand cupped my pussy.

   "Fuck what a wet little pussy," he leered at me and I closed my eyes to
escape his.  "I wanna fuck it," he paused for a second, "yeah, I'm gonna
fuck it."

   That was too far and I tried to explain, "I, I have to go home, my uh,
my mom is waiting for me..." I opened my eyes and looked at him pleadingly.

   A cold, cruel look came over his face and suddenly, I was very scared of
him.  "What the fuck kind of college girl has to go home to her mom?" He
glared at me.

   I shook my head, unsure how to respond.

   He glared at me, melted me with an evil look and said, "don't think you
can come over, tease me with your cunt and not let me hit it.  Because you
can't."

   His words were clear, the evil of him was clear, and the fact i did not
have the option to say no was clear.  So, I didn't say no, I didn't want to
risk it.  Instead I shook my head and said, "I know I can't, I mean, I
was..."

   "Shut up and come with me...and get those panties off."

   He started to walk down a hallway and turned to face me.  He laughed at
me while I slid my panties down.  "You're gonna have fun now, girl..."

   I followed him down the hall into his bedroom.  He grabbed me, threw me
onto the bed with no fanfare then stood and undressed.  He had several
tattoos on his extremely torso, and three nasty scars.  He saw me staring
and said, "Two bullets, one stab wound." He dropped his pants and slid off
his underwear to reveal a really scary, big cock.  Long and wide

   I looked at him with a wild look and started to raise myself off the
bed, but he put his knees down on the bed and pushed me back.  He rudely
spread my legs, then crawled over to get in position between my legs.

   "Can you use a condom?" I asked.

   He shook his head, "Naw, this is so sweet I want to hit it bare."

   "But I'm not on birth control or anything.."

   "That's your problem baby..."

   He didn't kiss me, caress me, or do anything tender when he penetrated
me.  Rather, he rudely pressed the tip of his cock up against my pussy and
forced it inside.  I was very wet, but I have a small build and Im not very
experienced, so that first thrust hurt pretty bad.

   "Fuck this pussy is so tight, you a virgin girl?"

   I couldn't speak, but I shook my head and he started pumping away.  He
lifted my legs up over his shoulders and started pumping hard that way. 
The pressure was intense, then he ordered me onto my hands and knees.  I
complied and he grabbed my hips and started driving himself inside of me.
Somehow I stretched to him and it started getting really good.  So good
that I quickly squeaked out, "I'm gonna cum..."

   He grunted and thrust harder through my orgasm, "Fuck girl, that's hot
feeling this tight little pussy cumming around my dick." He kept thrusting
harder, harder, harder until I felt him go stiff.

   "Fuck I'm cumming baby girl..."

   I feel his cock pulsate as he tenses up and groans, "Fuuuuuuucccccckkkk"
He thrusts madly a few times, then, his orgasm finished, he pulls out right
away.

   "Fuck girl, that is one tight, clean little cunt you've got there. 
Don't go yet girl, stay and party with me." He got up off the bed, walked
over to a dresser, opened up a drawer and pulled out a dvd case with a pile
of white powder on it.  He rolled up a bill, prepared a line and did it.

   "Come over here and party, baby..."

   I did coke for the first time that night and we had sex three more
times. I stumbled home, strung out and walking funny at 5am, to a very
worried, angry mother.  

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